SCARLETTE
“Are you okay?” I asked him. His eyes were very focused on the road. We were on the way to my apartment because I told him I had to get some clothes, which he argued about, saying I could wear some of the shirts he owned or dresses he bought. I laughed it off because it was irrational. Why would I wear a dress at home, especially new dresses? He said he had shirts I could borrow. Yes, fine with me, but I had my own clothes to wear.
I had insisted on dropping us by at my apartment, and I won him over.
“Everything’s fine. Why?” he asked, briefly glancing in my direction before focusing back on the road. It was around six sharp when we left his best friend’s residence.
“You’re acting weird. You’re not drunk, are you? You have at least three or four bottles of beer, and you’re dr
